Sadly, Hannibal doesn't have any lubricant. When he had arranged for the apartment to be prepared, he had not planned for this, for Will Graham in his bed, for this urgent need to copulate. When they go on their shopping trips for the essentials, that will certainly have to be on the list. But for the moment, they will have to make do, one way or the other.

Hannibal breaks the kiss and looks into Will's eyes as he gently rocks his hips, the length of his cock running back and forth over the tender skin surrounding his lover's entrance.

"I didn't anticipate this particular eventuality," he murmurs, "and so there is no lubricant in the nightstand, nor the dresser, nor my luggage. However, I do have some basics in the kitchen."

He dips down and kisses Will, his kiss soft and sweet, even as his cock ached to be inside his lover.

"If you wish, we can satisfy ourselves in another way. Or, we could utilize some...shall we say, more classical techniques."